As sparks fly.

People will try to hurt you with words- people who call themselves your friends will go around in circles, sometimes kicking you down, just so they can stay afloat. It’s called self-interest, and it usually transcends friendship and similar sentiments. There will be better people- people who stay by your side as the world starts…

Happy birthday, self.

I guess I should begin by thanking people, because it’s what people do. Thank you, everyone, for the kind wishes and continual support, from people who are true, the hypocrites, and everyone in-between. It’s been a tough year, but then again, every year is tough and it’s hard to measure which is tougher. There isn’t…

We run.

Here I am again, after letting the bad days stack up. After letting my demons toss around in my head, messing me up a little more than usual. I’ve come to notice a few things, but above all, the one instinct that kicks in every time things. The one which tells me to drop everything,…

Smile.

It vexes me and it messes with my head, how people these days don’t bother to get to know one another anymore and how people are so quick to summarize others based on hearsay, social media or even a glance or two. People see what they want to see and they miss out on everything…

Past not forgotten.

You’re out, because you were never in in the first place. You’d line up among the supposed intellectuals and fakers that parade the streets that never seem to develop fast enough, constantly serving as a reminder of a past not so long ago. A series of possibilities, stacked up against the forlorn walls of forgotten…

People are people.

I give up on people. I give up on trying to help a people that are so blinded by what they see that they do not realize that they’re trapped in a bubble of delusions. I give up thinking that things would and could change; that they could somehow see what I see, but no.…

Vacant.

I flipped the pages but my words were nowhere to be found. Desperate, but true. I gaze though the window at the leaves outside, falling each time the breeze comes by. I pictured myself having some sort of epiphany as I stared into nothingness, but no, it doesn’t work that way. Still, I continue to…